"TO JANN:

'If music be the food of love, play on,'

So said Orsino, Shakespeare's Duke. I say

Your voice is music - food; each phrase a song,

Each word a note; each harmony, the way

Your smile and gesture fill my heart with joy.

My mind leaps out towards yours; we melt as two

With but a single thought, which does not lay.

My hands, my tongue, my spirit seek but you.

Together we have probed the depths of life,

Of history, of man, and of his God;

We seek the causes of man's need for strife;

Agree that here's a genius, there's a clod.

A thousand things we seek; but yet above

All this we seek that true rapport called love."

Bob Soule`
May 3, 1966